Random Thoughts... Sometimes I Have to Share Them

I don't write poetry for your social advancement, nor do I buy clothes to supply wealth to the economy. I live in my own bubble full of my own beauties that literally can never be stolen from me. I'm a book in the making.. don't know why I don't write more often. Such a solid stress reliever. Especially when my freshly washed clothes smell like food since I folded and left them in the kitchen while my mother cooked gumbo. See the thing was that I was going back to school... so no need to transport them other places and waste energy, yet I didn't realize what was happening. So I sit in my dorm room, smelling my shirt that smells like detergent and gumbo. Oh, how fun this night will be...

I don't know why I don't write more.

There was one time I was really stoned and decided to write whatever came to me. Let's just say that that specific essay was... (for lack of a better word) outrageous. Nothing better than a raw mind allowed nothing more than the truth of life.

Also, to the person that tries to open my door randomly without knocking, I always keep my door locked because of people like YOU. If you want to talk, just knock... Doing shit like that is what pisses me off... like why? I'm not that scary, really. Just don't disrespect me. At that moment, you'll release a bulltiger with wings and laser vision. (next big super hero--watch)

Oh and here's a picture of a cat I found randomly on Facebook.. Yes, you may laugh, cry, and throw up at its epic cuteness.


Sign off: music is life. Dance is air, and Buddha is a reminder that patience, mindfulness, compassion and love is what I am and what I must become. 
Namaste.

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